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Cattatonicat Jun 2020
This place
Is rampant with
People who choose jealousy over love
People who takes their anger out
To those who are in a less advantageous situation
People who would hurt their loved ones
At the sound of their ego crashing

What do we do?
I S A A C Jun 2020
You see my icy disposition but never questioned
Is he as stone-cold as his eyes?
Or is it all a lie?
I have gotten good at masking all the damage
I have gotten good at presenting the perfect package
But underneath the visibility, you would see oceans of feelings
You see the tip of the iceberg, my ego
If you never dive in deep then you'll never truly know
Who I am when I am alone or when I feel at home
The scars underneath these modest clothes
The tender warm waters birthing a rose
For my prince charming that can melt my throes
Waiting for the day I can really show
Who I am without attack
Ace Jun 2020
i'm a liar.
when someone asks me about you,
i want to cry until i lose the air you stole from me
in your thousands of kisses.
i miss you the way that the Earth misses a rainforest.
but i smile
and pretend i don't miss you.

you're a liar.
when someone tells you i miss you,
i think you want to wrap your arms around me
and love me again,
love me like you did years ago.
but you smile
and pretend you don't care.

ego is a hell of a drug.
Zywa Jun 2020
The kitchen and the large bed
are Mum's, Pippi and I
live throughout the house

where everything must be in its place
I'm working on it every day
just like Mum, and sweet mouse

Neil hangs on his tail
he watches and sniffs
then I pet him, he likes that



I was two, now I'm seventeen
my room is mine, and Trini
is mine, my stuff

friends, jobs, money and all
the things Mum would not approve
if she knew, are mine

all mine
even if they explode
and I can't help but cry
Collection “The Big Secret”
Zywa Jun 2020
An evil fairy in Mum
is making it hard for me:
school, pocket money and so many

rules of getting up and coming
home on time. I can be angry
too, for all fairy's sake!

Daddy thinks I'm difficult
he doesn't listen. I need glasses
and the oculist says I don't

just like Mum who always wants to know
everything, because she doesn't believe me
so why should I still

tell what I'm doing? As if
I am no good yet. But the boys
do know better, so let me

have fun, by fairied, how
else can this possibly be
the best time of my life!
Collection "The Big Secret"
Mona May 2020
pride can be embittering
uncontrollably jittering
lights on full blast
discos chronically
comfort on the pedastol
choke safe but stay at ease
hold yourself up by your knees
authentic self stays hostage
safe and sound

outer layer of mould
let it seep in
right to the core
see, your ego is not all of you
nonetheless, a part of you
so keep it away from virus
and disease. use febreeze
otherwise you metamorphosise
the pandemic, the contagion of disguise
an illustration of the intoxicating nature of pride.
Scott Hunter May 2020
Wild and precious things adored
The worthless, stale and trite ignored
Shallow skins, inflated dreams
And egos bursting at the seams.
© 2004
hiba sajid May 2020
Run away from hatred
Before it comes to feast on your heart

Burn your ego
Before it slowly burns you.

Run away from your yourself
Run away until you see only love
Love and hope for all
Love and respect for all.
Consilius May 2020
In a constant battle with chaos,
we hold to our sanctuary of order,
you know how the saying goes,
what doesn’t **** you, makes you stronger.

So we fight till our last breath,
sometimes feeling we can hold no longer.
There is no life without death,
when the time comes, you may have to draw a border.

Staying sane is a matter of practice,
it’s easy to lose it in a world so crazy.
First you need to be alive to understand what death is.
Only then and only maybe,

You find the beauty in a malice,
remember what you forgot,
you may drink a poison from friend’s chalice,
as long as you know who you are not.

Remember,

No form can force conformist’s norms,
on souls so strong such storms fall short.
No lie can live where truth’s the choice.
I know myself and I will rejoice!
Sometimes people's false view of who you are not, helps your remember who you always wanted to be.
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